Doomtree - 80 on 80 Lyrics

(Stef)
Solo on a stretch tryna catch a check, patch a debt / four more in the set, windows plus the vent, so Midwest / Super live I sorta death-defy / Daily babies occupy that space between them ears and eyes / Flavor country oozing out my dark and stormy lung, iron blood / We don’t mind a murder if we bored as fuck, bring a flood / I got scuba stuff, I got mukluks, buckle up and shut it / Guzzle up it’s 40 bucks a tank, 80 on the cruise / Wavy on the move, duck 5, crazies on the loose / Hazy on the clues, eyes wide at all times / except sleepin, but who gets much a that even / I’m backseatin a nap, then I’m backflippin to Cleveland or wherever / prolly, anywhere the map show / If they got the tab I can toss the ole lasso and catch hell / and heaven’s always in the rearview / I only ever stay for a second / there’s always shit to do
(Sims)
My recent bio reads I’ve been split into a thousand pieces / with a length of twine and a working thesis / still waiting on my come to Jesus moment / in an old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha / door unlocked, looking at these paintings / this La Quinta is looking like a scene from No Country / thinking about death, God, love, and nothing / cicadas humming / cigarettes and lightning bugs / not stopping for nothing / I slash I burn, dead weight behind bumper / outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer / dust kick through vents / rust hang off Ford / cigarettes and lightning bugs / red lights all ignored
(Hook)
Out here time slows / Full tank, ready to go / Lose an hour, gain it back and roll / Only lines I stay in dot the road
(Dessa)
Living out of my left pocket / out-of-state plates / Gotta take my notches with me / rented room, the bedpost stays / Out here it’s all Bruno Mars and zero bars / so who I gotta talk to to get a little bar food after hours / been working hard all night, we grind it fine as flour / tonight it’s my town / go tell your dogs to lie down / I came a long way, came the long way, and I aim to make that whole way count / I’m a train outta track / I’ma take, I’m attack / gotta make way or make waves / get in or get back
(Mike)
So outta bounds, outer space / gotta make good what we started / deploy, shove off to troubled waters / by the board or off the shore, bring only what’s for barter / Time slows, back home is by the minutes / back home is always forward, they don’t need you in it / it’s wide roads, slim seconds at the finish / before you know it, the game is winning
(Hook)
(Cecil)
Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up / I’ve been so ashamed of my love / and the moment you feel it you say what, so what